“They are like photographs of ex-boyfriends that you desperately want to throw away, but you can’t bring yourself to get rid of them. So instead you store them in an old shoe box, in the back of your closet, figuring that it doesn’t hurt to save them. Just incase you want to open that box and remember some of the good times.”—Something borrowed - Emily griffin
I no longer dwell in the past but I have to say it brings me a high amount of pride..and perhaps a little sadness.. to know that not only am I missed, but that I have also left my mark. Knowing that all of the new bitch(es) that you have brought in were little compared to what I was, because around them I was not afraid to act in my weird, sometimes awkward ways. Through everything hearing that made me feel like in the end I really was the winner afterall. As Beyonce says… “Thank God I found the good in goodbye”
This is unreal. Tomorrow is my highschool graduation. I am so full of mixed emotions right now and it is really fucking with my mind. I am just going to have to go through it like ripping off a bandaid. I mean I know I will cry.. But at the end I will be among my best friends. Time for some sleep and see what tomorrow brings. I can only hope for the best.